Part 24 (1/2)
The investigations were lengthy and trying and led to no result whatever.
Fandor, who was preoccupied by this fresh drama in which he had taken some part--far too slight to please him--was putting on his overcoat when he stopped dead.
A voice--an unrecognisable voice--had murmured in his ear:
”Attention! Fandor!... It is serious!...”
Our journalist turned round in a flash. Ah, this time he would find out who the mysterious unknown was--the unknown, who wished to influence by word written and word spoken, the course of these investigations he had taken in hand:
Anonymous friend?
Concealed adversary?
He must, at all costs, clear up the mystery.
A dozen people were crowding round Fandor, insisting on being attended to in the cloak-room.
No one noticed the journalist....
No one seemed interested in what he was doing....
Fandor examined every one of Thomery's guests who were standing about him. He knew some of them by name, some he knew by sight. He searched their faces with penetrating eyes; but, in vain.... Some were common-place looking, others calm, others impenetrable:
”Hang it all,” he grumbled. He went off furious and upset.
IX
FINGER PRINTS
After having interrogated all the witnesses of last night's tragedy he could get into touch with, Jerome Fandor returned to the Palais de Justice.
”All the same,” he confessed to himself, ”I must admit that, up to the present, I do not know anything very definite about it. This Princess Sonia Danidoff has managed to get robbed in a most extraordinary way. At one o'clock in the morning, Havard declares that the thief can be none other than one of the guests, and thereupon every person present has to submit to being searched--an exhaustive search! Nothing comes of it.
Then Bertillon arrives on the scene, and it seems he has obtained very distinct imprints of finger marks. If they are as distinct as all that, the task of the police will be simplified; but, on the other hand, is it likely the guilty person will be so simple as to respond to the summons issued by the Public Prosecutor, a general summons issued to all Thomery's guests to parade in Bertillon's office for the finger-mark test?... Not he! Why the moment he heard of it he would make for the train and pa.s.s the frontier!”
When his cab arrived at the Palais, Fandor uttered a big sigh of satisfaction:
”There are a good many things I am not clear about: let us hope Bertillon will give me some information.”
The entrance to the anthropometric department was under the discreet observation of two detectives:
”Oh,” thought Fandor. ”They think it probable there will be an immediate arrest, do they? We are going to have some complications, I foresee, in connection with the finger-mark ceremony!”
He sent in his card and a few minutes after he found himself in the presence of Monsieur Bertillon.
”Well, what is it you want me to tell you?” asked this famous man of science.